Today's The Big Day, I Guess

Sometime today, I get to find out whether or not I'm keeping my job. And I'd tell all of you to wish me luck and cross your fingers and pray and send those positive vibes, but doing so would be wishing the short end of the stick for my coworker, someone I call friend. It's just not ideal and while I'll certainly be relieved if I don't have to look for a job, I won't be celebrating.

Yesterday, I got tired of hanging around waiting for the other metphorical shoe to drop, and I decided instead we were going to the beach. I packed the car, I informed the kids, and a couple of hours later, there we were, having what had to have been one of the most perfect beach days ever. The water was full of gentle, rolling swells instead of breaking waves, so David could swim to his heart's content.

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Anna and I dove in after him and we splashed and played and ate pizza on the boardwalk and played skee ball in the arcade and then we swam some more and watched the sunset on the beach. We drove home very, very late, tumbling into bed well after midnight, exhausted and silly and laughing and all three of us snuggled in my bed, our legs twined around each other's.

These are the Mom days you cherish, because they make you forget about the other crap going on in your life for awhile. Today, I'm back home doing a mountain of neglected laundry, cleaning house, and waiting. Just waiting.

So I guess I tell you to wish me a favorable outcome, whatever that may be. And wish it for my coworker as well, would you please?

Have a great weekend, everyone. Hopefully I'll be updating Monday with a big sigh of relief.